My therapist asked me to sit with that cold, lonely girl in the corner of the room. What would I say to her? What do I want to do?
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It’s funny looking at these images and reminiscing my first visit back in 2012. Literally 10 years prior, and so much have changed. I feel like a completely different human being.
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As an artist who has five hundred projects on the go and a million ideas bursting forth every millisecond, the idea of an ever onward almost feels invigorating; nearly liberating, even. There are dreams beyond dreams that float around in my brain, and in my soul, and I ache to fulfil them all, although the human constraint of doing one thing at a time thoroughly shakes me to my core.
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The things I do for work, as well as the passions in my life require connection, embodied movement, and being fully present. May it be shooting weddings, connecting with love, creating art, or teaching yoga. There’s a chasm of disconnect that’s creating exhaustion right smack bang in the middle of my chest.
I am torn between hustle and honour.
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I want to lean in to all of the feelings that come up and give them space to be — to uncover the beauty there is in shame, fear, discomfort, conflict. Allowing them to be — allow them free — there is no judgment, there is no pressure.
What an idea, that there is beauty in shame, fear, discomfort; beauty in all the liminal spaces.
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I sit under the warmth of our sun, a Monday morning filled with slow. The breath of birdsong caressing my shoulders and tears a welling.
A feel of gratitude
The air of rebirth